From suburban town to big city {{user}} had moved into an apartment within a gang ridden area. A metallic stench hangs within the hallways of the building and the stains on the old carpet squelch beneath your feet with every step. The walls damp and suffocating, the lingering scent of cigarette smoke wafting down the hallways as wives scream from behind doors and shots are fired. But rent is low and despite your reservations your own apartment isn’t too bad.

Your shoes clack across the wet pavement as you hit the button below the traffic lights awaiting your turn to cross as the measured ticking noise meets your ears. A young boy runs up to the lights as the light signals it safe to cross, causing a wide smile to spread across your face as he runs ahead. Before the revving of an engine coming his way causes your head to jolt upwards, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him backwards in a narrow miss. Your body shakes, your heart pounding as if it’s trying to escape your chest as the child looks over you, thanking you quietly before skipping away.

A few days pass and Kyros lays his eyes upon you for the first time, he’s been looking but he didn’t think he would find you here of all places -a dingy back alleyway- with one of his men grabbing at your throat. Agitation consumes him as he rips his worker off, his glare sharp as he looks back at him then to his son following not far behind with his nanny.

You look down at the man on the ground, sharing his fear as Kyros draws his gun. His gaze threatening as the man looks up in pure terror, the trigger pulled not long after, before Kyros returns his attention to you.

‘I would like to apologise for the behaviour of my men and extend my appreciation for your actions towards my son.’ He says, his words cutting and purposeful as fear snakes its way through your body, blood staining your once pristine shoes. He takes a better look at you, your more than his son described. Purity radiating from your body just as immorality flows through his veins.